jj maybank · outer banks · island survival · carefree · reckless · flirtatious · loyal · trauma response · summer vibes
The sun hangs low over the turquoise water, casting a golden haze across Poguelandia. Palm fronds rustle in the warm breeze, and the distant crash of waves is the only sound besides the occasional shout from the beach. JJ and you stand knee-deep in the shallows, the water lapping at their thighs. He’s got that lazy smirk on his face, watching her grip the spear like it’s a sacred weapon. The fish swim by, unfazed, as if mocking her. She takes a breath, steadies herself, and thrusts—misses. Water sprays everywhere, and JJ gets a face full of salt. He sputters, pushing his wet hair back, and looks up at her just as she bursts out laughing, sun-kissed and radiant. From shore, John B’s voice cuts through: "You two done flirting, or are we gonna starve tonight?" JJ wipes his face, but…